𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 | 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗫 𝗙𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵

𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 || 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 🍓

Author's Note:

Merry (belated) Christmas everyone! And Happy New Year!! This little oneshot was written for a Secret Santa exchange event hosted by the FanFiction Library discord server that you can check out here if interested!: https://discord.gg/fanfictionlibrary

This is my gift to the lovely corusreef on AO3 and I hope y'all enjoy too!

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Peter woke up with the sun shining on his eyelids.

He expected to hear Steve's morning sessions with the gym's punching bag on his right or smell Bucky's cooking on his left, then Mr. Stark snoring up in the lab, or even that yoga compilation May follows every other morning because he lost count on which homes he's supposed to sleep in nowadays.

Not this stingy old basement. Or warehouse. Whatever, Peter kept his eyes closed.

Except he knew he left the tower that morning, mouth full of bread, and a speedy farewell to Bucky as he jumped from the elevator to Happy's usual incognito vehicle to school. And then nothing...?

A whimper was let out behind him. Peter gritted his teeth. This would be so much easier if he was alone and without any civilian casualties yet what can you do with ol' Parker luck coming to bite him in the ass once again.

The light shining on his eyes is starting to blindside him but at least this lets him know there's a window they could escape to. He tested the band around his arms. Rope. Same with the one around his ankles. His captors sure did know how to build the scene, well, excluding a blindfold, for some odd reason.

His lips felt numb, just as he could taste the blood in his mouth mixed in with the aftertaste of strawberry jam. He sniffed, internally cursing his—more whimpers behind him—and his companion's misfortune.

Peter coughed, alerting the stranger to his consciousness. "Hey, man... what in the world happened...?"

"Y-You did, Parker!"

Peter stiffened, now ultimately cursing his luck being stuck to this one person out of all people. Peter sighed, resigned to his fate as Flash kept yapping incomprehensibly. "If it wasn't for your stupid and selfish decisions, we wouldn't be here in the first place!"

"Oh shut up, Flash, as if you could do any better." Peter could already catalog that no, his Stark watch isn't with him anymore, which means no communication with KAREN or Mr. Stark, but he could feel through the cuffs of his jeans the pocket knife he stashed through— and nope, it's busted. He knew he should've switched it with a newer one after his previous Avengers mission. Oh well, looks like the hard way it is as he moved to feel the rope around his wrists.

Flash squirmed again for the umpteenth time behind him, his whimpers more muffled out, as if he was resisting it after he woke up, and was leaning onto his right side— Peter sharply glanced sideways, resisting the urge to snap his binds right then.

"Flash, are you hurt?"

All he got was silence in return.

And then a pained grunt that did nothing to stop Peter from getting increasingly more worried and concerned. Bully be damned. There's a civilian who got hurt that might just be all his fault.

Flash groaned. "Ughh, nothing to be so uptight about!" He looked everywhere and around the unsettling grimy walls of their confinement nervously and gulped. "'Tis but a scratch! Y'know-"

"Flash," Peter warned.

"Ugh fine! But for the record, I was also just trying to save your weak ass! So first thing that happened was—